Monday, September 6, 2010

O Que Será/What Could it Be

Salaam,

The woman I stayed with while in Brazil introduced me to this song, and I didn't understand it at the time...too many words, went too fast. But a few months (or maybe a year) after I left, I listened to it again, and wow, it is a really beautiful song.

I like this rendition the best, though the audio isn't the greatest. It starts after 1:29.

I translated this a while back, and started working with a translation such that I could sing it in English...nothing is as good as the original, though, always.

I found it! Awesome...look at the last stanza especially...wow!

What could it be that does this to me?That crushes me inside, what could it be?That I wear on my sleeve, what could it be?And that rises to my face and makes me blushAnd that jumps into my eyes to betray meAnd that opens my heart and makes me confessWhat no longer has a way to hideAnd that isn’t a right for anyone to denyAnd that makes me beg, makes me pleadWhat has no measure and never willWhat has no remedy and never willWhat has no recipe?

What could it, could it be?That exists within us when it shouldn’tThat makes us unsure, that is rebelliousThat is like a drink that doesn’t satisfyThat is like being sick from a partyThat not even the Ten Commandments will reconcileNor any of the ointments will alleviateNor any spells, any alchemyThat not even all the saints, could it be?What has no rest and never willWhat does not tire and never willWhat has no limit

What will it be that does this to me?That burns me up inside, what could it be?That disturbs me from sleep, what could it be?That agitates me with the shiversThat kindles the passion within meThat drenches me in sweatThat leads all of my nerves to prayThat leads all of my organs to cry outIt’s a horrible affliction that makes me begWhat has no shame and never willWhat has no control and never willWhat has no reason

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